“Mmhhh!” I screamed suddenly as Derek clutched my face and leaned my back violently against the wall. He held both my cheeks with only one hand. He squeezed it so I couldn’t speak properly. I looked at him even sharper than a knife. I thought we would talk properly, but I was wrong.
“Since then until now, your face gives me a strange joy.”
He still wouldn't let go of my face, but now that my hands were free, I smacked him too hard. The power of my whack made my palm numb. Although I couldn't put all of my hatred from my first rage at him into it, I was relieved since the agony in my heart was lifted. The wrath I've been harboring in the depths of my heart for a long time.
His hands that squeezed my face relaxed and held them to his jaw while he shifted his face to the side. As though he
